The Cruelties
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Última publicación sáb, ago 29, 2020
As my eyes flickered open they were greeted by a blinding white light. So bright that my eyes were in agony. It was freezing. It was either that, or they had numbed my entire body because I couldn't feel a thing.
As the light began to fade, everything was in a blur. I could feel my heart begin to race, its loud thumping filling my ears. Then everything came into focus. And I could finally see the needle that was slowly coming down towards my face. With a swift jolt, I tried to roll out from underneath it. But my wrists were quickly bound by the restraints that ejected from the table where I laid. Now my heart was pounding faster than it ever had; its pulsing vibrated through my veins. And suddenly my neck was now being held in place, cold metal restraints cupped my cheeks, my right eyelid held open. And the needle just kept coming, until it passed through my pupil, and everything went black.
My name is Darya Lynx.
And I am dead.
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